The sicko is probably between 18 and 25. He's probably white. Underachiever, willing to call atention to himself by doing crazy stuff. A fan of Death metal. Anything else? Unless you mean the picture then I'd add, is probably a fan of the art of Robert Steadman,

Danvers Stae when it opened was a showcase. It had gardens you'd see proudly kept in European villas. The architecture was new, fresh, and maintained. For many years outdoor work and much indoor work was done by trustee patients. It was a self supporting community. We had a farm, dairy herd, and piggery all on grounds. There was a power house (which is still active) and a train station, Asylum Station. When it got to the point the state had to pay the patients the farms and such became a luxury, and couldn't be run efficiently enough to sustain the hospitals needs. This didn't happen until the 1960's. It was at the time considered excellent vocational therapy.

You don't actually pee into the tube. You pee into the cup. With a great deal of care, to avoid spillage, it is poured from the cup, into the tube. The tube is put into a centrifuge, spun down, the majority of the pee is poured off. The lab tech then pours a wee sample of the sludge at the bottom and looks at it under a microscope.

I drove past it on my way to work a couple of mornings ago. It was foggy as hell. You could barely make out a mass on top of the hill. I remembered the many times I came out of the Bonner building, and seen the Kirkbride enveloped in fog. It's about 100 yards and you could barely see the building, the fog was so thick. I remember the feeling of the Kirkbride looming in the fog, barely contained menace, radiating from it. Then I catch myself and think that's a ridiculous way to think about it. Next foggy morning, it would happen all over again. On foggy nights the place was just that more spooky looking. The glow of the various lights that still burnt in the building. It was a scene out of a Lovecraft novel. But inside the Kirkbride, the place was just as normal a place as any other place of employment. None of the dread feelings you'd get from the outside.

This site is dedicated to documenting various abandoned places through both text and photographs; recording their transformations through time before they are demolished. The abundance of abandoned asylums and psychiatric hospitals in the New England area create the bulk of the locations here; these beautiful state funded structures are vast and complex, giving insight to both the humanity and mistreatment towards the mentally ill over the past two centuries.